[Xiao Xingchen looks to Xue Yang as he sets down the tray, wondering for a moment about what to do. Either he sends a sign that he's not interested in catering to any of Xue Yang's whims, or lets Xue Yang make of it what he will and does what he would for anyone else. Keeping up such a petulant act of not pouring in the sugar feels like he's forcing himself, more than the act of doing so. It's only a bit of sugar... how much meaning could it really have?

In any case, Xue Yang is a customer here, and the conceit of the Mei Mei Maid Cafe is to cater to the customer's desires. He takes the dainty sugar spoon between his fingers and stirs in a generous amount of sugar without looking at the man.]

Should it not be a place one wishes to return to? If your generous gifts were meant to be an invitation, it's a simple matter to... partake in that in any other location on this island.

[He moves to sit across from Xue Yang.]